Memoiring

Each Thursday morning I have the privilege to sit among some incredibly gifted and wise women. We come together to discover the humanizing art of memoir writing. I say humanizing because I feel both vulnerable and grounded while I am there. My story is touched and unwrapped with care like a gift whose wrappings on the outside are just as beautiful as the present within. Since we are not reading our writing yet within the group, I feel obliged to keep my story telling for another day. But that day will be precious one as the process itself is a sacred place of encounter.